TripAdvisor Reviews Pension Oberlehenhof Kaprun

Travel Blogs from Kaprun

... had lunch with the lads and James from my class, lovely fresh pizza mmm.

For the last run of the day, I went all the way to the top of the mountain. The wind was terrifying, the visibility was nil or less, I couldn’t even tell which was down on account of the gravity not seeming to be working as usual. After about 20 or so exhausting minutes trying to find down, I gave up and went back to the lifts.

Great news: today is the day we are going to go off piste with Hannis! Hannis is the original snowboarder. Completely mad. Amazingly cool. He was itching to get away, the powder is better in the morning. "Waaaahhhhooooo!" was his warcry after being on the powder for just 10 seconds. He didn't stop hollering all morning. He told us the rules, fitted us with GPS broadcasting devices for our safety and showed me the most exhausting morning of boarding ...

... old trails. I arrived at Hegblooms bang on time, the time I said I’d be there, not a second early or late. This sadly is a little unusual for me though I genuinely think I’m getting better on average now. After 5 minutes stood timidly at the bar, sending reminder texts, my suspicion grew that perhaps the boys weren’t going to join me. If I am going to dance on the tables this après ski, I’m going to have to go make new friends.

... I found people in the fest alm attempting to pick up a Jägermeister from the floor, with their mouth, and without bending their knees. Other heroics were a big fella bench pressing a woman while standing up. The cover band were great again, I found several members of my class and danced. After midnight it was Patrick’s birthday, I gave him a piggyback to collect high fives from everyone. Went home with Mark, Garry must have snuck off to bed ...

... a snowball on the back of your hand - to do this you won a beer, I won a beer, but I had it revoked since I had stood Julian up the night before: I’d expected I could convince my buddies to head to Bad Gastein for old times sake but we got distracted with Bad Hofgastein’s offerings.

The après ski was at umbrella. The chap who offered to look after my wig was still wearing it, good lad, I asked him to continue to ...